Dark clouds and the bright lights Cheap women pay the high price Passed out on the broken road Acting familiar with the so-and-sos Packed shows full of the anonymous Seeing black crows, feeling ominous Taking solace in the bottle You can bet That it's on again tomorrow You can bet A repeat of original sin In the home of the devil Might as well move in Move in, like the walking dead Look at the fires We need supplies to ignite us for the night, it's What we do, huh How you do, bruh I need jack and gin to get through, bruh And I'm back up in the mosh pit Can you really risk it all when its not the last take What If it wasn't for the love I was shown when I Could have been another 2 meters below of a Tombstone, written "gone too soon" though Any minute I can see my final moon glow Any minute trying to live it like the World's got a comet about to hit it and we're done For every cynical night in a dark space I know that I can make it to a sun rise See myself in the eyes of a Daughter, or a son, before I can take flight Till the spiritual, or the sins that you let weigh you down[?] That's nothing to take light I take pride I can lie when you leave Never trying to appease, please Fun time Rather die standing in these nights Than living the life on my knees Until then